And then, All the Succulents Drowned.


And then, All the Succulents Drowned.

How a question in a jar, That envelopes stars Has given way, To scars.

Getting the dire, To be exalted Do so without, A care.

You thought that you could, Control the disasters That were yours, Yet that only Makes them more.

I am supposed to see, That we have much That the world is more, Than all the darkness Can touch. […]

Then there was a person Without the claim That I was to be The same.

She optioned compassion, Auspices long ago sad And found a mission, In fighting for a position She never thought she […]

If I take a break, And ease the tension In my shoulders, Soften the aching In my spine, I am […]

I want to blink, But the moisture In the arid air, Is all that Keeps me here, Not there.

They insist upon, An unseen dress rehearsal Of their honesty.